"One of the unfortunate side effects of being essentially dead. I am unable to tan no matter how much I try" She joked with a wry smile, though she knew what he meant. Without blood the phrase 'white as a sheet' started to take on a slightly more literal meaning.
"What about yourself?" she asked stubbing out her cigarette out of politeness, figuring he wouldn't want to eat with smoke permeating the air. "I'm guessing spending the full moon locked up wasn't any fun."